EVENT LOG PT. 2 Well you tried to have fun

[inkredible]

Who: Everyone at the party
What: An intruder changes plans
Where: The Adventurer's Club
When: Later in the night on the Fourth of July
Warnings: Cartoonish Evil Doers



[All in all, the party’s gone off without a hitch so far, Food was eaten, fun was had, and it just seems like a pretty normal event so far!

That is, until the light’s suddenly shut off in the Adventurer’s Club. After about a minute of confused panic, a spotlight suddenly shines down on on who can only be described as a strange suited furry. He grins at the party goers around him.]

Welcome, foolish mortals, I’ve had my eye on this city and I thought we would play a little game.

All the doors and windows are locked in this building, so there’s no way in, and most importantly for you, NO WAY OUT.

Your little party has become an indefinite stay here, with one catch: You have to kill one of your fellow party goers and get away with it!

Now, why don’t you all make this fun?

[OOC: As a note: The second part of the event won’t last for more than a few hours ICly for those worried about being trapped here. But of course there has to be some way out of this mess, right?]

Comments

[hallotween]

[immediately and wordlessly smashes a bottle against a table]

[midnightcowboy]

[very helpfully, from said table:]

Just go for the mayor, almost everybody already hates that guy.

[inkredible]

My aren't you eager? I've heard at least some of you here are quite bloodthirsty already.

[hallotween]

... Okay, the tiny voices telling me to kill Rod haven't ever sounded that loud before...

[keyofimagination]

[What the fuck little cowboy?!]

[hallotween]

Please, this is kid stuff! You haven't even threatened our homes and realities left, you cheap knockoff.

[midnightcowboy]

[IF SOMEONE HAS TO GO IT MIGHT AS WELL BE THE AUTHORITY FIGURE]

[inkredible]

Do you want me to do that? Because I can skip the formalities and threaten harm to anyone you care about if you don't get away with murder.

[lusito]

[Not even getting up from where he had been drinking here.]

For the love of me--again, really? Has no one sent you the memo yet about that particular game being considered out of style now?

[not_over_yet]

[ How about "Fuck No"?

Activating his power heaves card. What's the nearest heavy object he's able to chuck at this asshole? Cause Basil is doing that. ]

[hallotween]

You didn't come up with it yourself. You're already lame.

Also, not that anyone ever gets away with it anyway? But there's no way that's working in a literal room. Are you high?

[inkredible]

What can I say? I love the classics!

[Screw you too Josh.]

[inkredible]

[Quite a few things! Tables, chairs, alcohol stuff, Basil has a lot of options right now!]

[inkredible]

I'll admit I may have been hasty, maybe if you've been good I'll open the rest of the city up to everyone. It's not like you have the option to leave, after all.

[midnightcowboy]

Table.

[and, as an afterthought,]

My voice ain't tiny.

[tadaishi]

...Unbelievable.

[Don't mind him, he's just going to pick up the nearest object he can pick up with one hand and wing it at the weird furry.]

[not_over_yet]

[ Chair, it's not a decent bar-fight if no chairs are involved.



Also his awful sorta-maybe-step-kid has the glass bottles element covered. ]

[flowersonthewall]

[Oh For Fucks Sake Beaker Knew He Shouldve Stayed At The Damn Lab

He's heard passing details about the whole "murdergame" thing that happened- enough to get the gist of what's happening.

Beaker pulls his head into his shirt collar nervously, meeping to himself. If he catches the eye of one of the ones from those rounds, he'll try to get their attention to ask:]

Mee-mimuhmeep minimuh meep...? Minimuhmi meep minuh-mi meep mi muh?

[Do you recognize this guy...? From the "murder" things you guys have mentioned?

Aside from that, he'll be trying to keep out of the way of this guy, growing progressively more nervous as time goes on and they still remain trapped. The longer they're stuck here, the more high strung Beaker gets, to the point where he might wind up pulling his Magic Ribbon card on anyone who surprises him.

More time and a few more glasses of wine later, and Beaker might actually try his hand at investigating the area for any way out.]

[hallotween]

-- Oh, cool, another living toy! [beat] Are all of you guys cowboys, then?

[standingonmyneck]

[.....


.....................................................

Oh, she had absolutely NO patience for this. Not tonight, not any night. Especially not tonight. Look Sakakura, my first murder game. Daria just held her punch and look right on to the scene with as much of an expression as usual.]

You forgot to twirl your mustache.

[beakie]

...

[Looks towards his drink. Pours it out onto the ground.]

Meep meemiimeep meep meemoomeep.

[Half of the people in this room are capable of assaulting this dude without question.]

[lusito]

So do I, when they're done right.

[And then Josh is lazily flapping a hand here in the air.]

How much do you wanna bet on this ending with you getting trampled, or one of the other people we're stuck here with suddenly has a redemption arc that requires a heroic sacrifice that causes everyone to see them in a better light? Personally, I'm really excited to see how Plankton turns a new leaf and throws himself under the bus to redeem himself for his brief mayoral failings.

[andbegone]

Volunteering yourself as a sacrifice? How thoughtful of you!

[Spoken from behind a chair because he knows full damn well he'd be one of the first people to get murdered if anyone actually goes for this.]

[stinkypete]

[Pete was in the middle of guzzling down a whole bottle of XXX when this guy shows up. He squints at the stranger through his drunken haze.]

...Walt?

[Then he rubs his eyes and squints harder. His eyes widen.]

Oh. You.

[not_over_yet]

Either Randy found a new skin suit and lost all originality, or: no. New one.